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darq -> RE: need a different perspective (5/13/2006 9:07:17 AM)
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I love children, personally and one of my happiest times as a slave was when I was owned by a couple that had two little boys aged 6 and 10. The children called me Kitty and pretty much viewed me as a nanny ... I wasn't a sexual slave so there wasn't anyting like that to worry about and my owners had sex after the kids went to bed or when they weren't around, pretty much like any other kind of couple.
Basically their mother would get the kids ready for school and drop them off on her way to work. I would get up around 7 am and start chores and stuff; with two little boys there was always something to clean up. Their father would get up and do his own thing while I planned meals, did laundry, cleaned up the house, etc ... When the kids came home from school I'd be responsible for getting them snacks, making sure the 10 yr old did his homework, the 6 yr old had cat box duty and then I'd have to keep the goofy kid from trying to kill himself ... He was always coming up with some new crazy and dangerous game to play. I also got to play referee while they were watching cartoons, otherwise the remote would suffer dearly.
I'd start dinner about 15 minutes before their mother was due to come home from work. Dinner would be served and then I'd get the kids in and out of the bath. (The 10 yr old was pretty good on his own but if things got *too quiet* with the 6 yr old you just never knew what you'd find.) Then it would be bedtime and like as not I'd read them a story. After the kids were settled and in bed, I'd prepare the bath for their mother and after she was done, I'd set things out for his shower and then go comb her hair out for her. It was waistlength and quite a hassle for her to deal with on her own.
About ten minutes to midnight, I'd go in and turn down the bed for them, light an incense so the bedroom smelled pleasant, wrangle the cat so she wouldn't be tromping all over everyone during the night and after they went to bed, I'd get my own shower and curl up in my own bed, a matress on the floor at the foot of their bed. I was pretty busy and I loved the kids to bits and pieces. Things ended up going sour though when the littlest one started calling me Momma Kitty or just Momma ... I'd remind him that I was just Kitty and he'd get all silly and embaressed but sooner or later he'd forget again. Freaked their mother out and that was that.
Edited to add ...
Being sent away was the hardest thing in the world for me. I didn't get to say goodbye ... The kids went to school thinking everything was fine and they came home and I was gone ... It kills me to think about that.
I know a few women who drag their children into their relationships with them and the kids get so excited thinking that yay they get a daddy now! Things go well and the kids get attached and then when things fall apart the woman refuses to allow the dominant to even see the children. So they get a daddy and then he's snatched away and they don't even know why. I think its wrong and cruel and it saddens me when I hear about such things. I know its their mother's right to allow or disallow anyone the ability to see and interact with her children but something inside me still thinks its wrong and cruel to the children.
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